My love
like smoke pouring
from the tip of your cigarette
immensely alluring
and undoubtedly noxious.

She was made of magic
she danced
basking in the glow
of the full moon
Bare feet
connected to the Earth
entirely
Singing songs around the campfire
on a brisk summer morning
She is a fox
sly as ever
rare & beautiful
In nature she has found
home